The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers

Part 2 - Scarface

The whistling of steam filled my ears as the train compartment door slid shut behind me. I took a seat next to Theo who was rolling joints.

"Honestly, where do they get this crap?"

Pansy folded the latest edition of the Daily Prophet and flung the paper onto the table with a disgusted snort.

My face glared back at me from the front page, the headline screaming sensationalist drivel about the Dark Lord's heir — me.

"Think they'll still let you in?" She drawled, her eyes meeting mine.

"...I guess we'll find out." I reply, forcing a cocky grin, praying it masked the churning uncertainty in my gut.

Theo handed me a few perfectly rolled joints, I stuffed them in my pocket.

"Fuck!" Astoria clocked the new scar that bisected my features from the booth beside us. "Look at your face."

I rolled my eyes. "I know, sexy as ever." I quipped, arching an eyebrow in her direction.

Pansy leaned in to examine closer. Her eyes traced the mark slicing through my brow, just barely missing my eye before cutting a clean path down my cheekbone.

"It looks painful." A rare flash of empathy flickered her features.

I leaned across the table, pursing my lips in an exaggerated pout. "You want to kiss it better?"

She shoved me away with a snort, but I caught the smile tugging at her mouth.

The compartment door slid open, a thoroughly dishevelled Enzo entered. His cheeks flushed and clothes askew. He unceremoniously shoved Pansy towards the window, wedging himself into the seat across from me.

"Not to brag, but I've just had my first shag of the term...And we're not even at school yet." He announced.

Theo, who'd been concentrating on his rolling skills beside me, cut through the air with a chuckle.

"Go on then, Casanova. Who was the unlucky witch?"

Enzo's grin was positively feral. "A gentleman never tells..."

"You literally have a list of the girls you've banged." I added. "Which, you like to show off."

He laced his fingers behind his head, radiating smug satisfaction.

"I'm taking the lead this year, boys. I can feel it."

"You're disgusting." Astoria scoffed, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

"And you're a whiny brat." Enzo fired back without missing a beat. "Which is why you've never made it onto my list."

"I wouldn't sleep with you even if you were the last immature prat on this earth!" She folded her arms.

Enzo leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper as his eyes darted to the newspaper.

"So...Daddy's back then?"

He paused before continuing. "For good? I mean, we knew that, but now the Ministry knows, meaning the whole world. I'm surprised you haven't been whisked away, Riddle."

The question hung heavy in the air. The truth was, I had no idea what to expect when we reached Hogwarts. I was too preoccupied with Corrina Hoodwink beneath me on Umbridge's desk to pay much attention to the chaos erupting within the school and Ministry last term.

"Did he do that to you?" Enzo nodded towards my scar, curiosity and something darker glinting in his eyes.

"For Christ sake! Will everyone give over about that bloody scar! He lost three duels in a row." Malfoy answered from beside Astoria, a cruel smirk twisting his pointed features. "Poor boy got tired and slipped, isn't that right, Matt?"